Bonanza s01e27 Episode Script

Well, here we are, my dear.
I expected Ben Cartwright to meet us.
It's really rather strange, isn't it? We can't just stand out in the street like this.
Of course not.
I'll get someone to bring the baggage.
Would you bring out the baggage, please? Buy them supplies I told you to? Steal any of it, I'll skin you alive, you hear? WOMAN: One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight.
I thought there were ten.
Oh, yes.
I knew I was right.
WOMAN: You know, you're quite right about Mr.
Cartwright.
He really should have been here to meet us, Marion.
Marion? Is that your name? Yes.
Why do you ask? (scoffing) It's a woman's name, ain't it? I'm afraid you've made a slight mistake.
You see, there's a difference in the spelling.
Oh, there is, huh? Yes.
Spelled properly, it's been a man's name for 500 years.
In England, that is.
Well, that's very nice.
But this ain't England.
Well, why don't we drop it, old chap? There's no reason for a scene.
We're not bothering you.
Bothering? You have any idea what would happen to you if you ever even tried to bother me? He's really very offensive.
Please get rid of him, Marion.
And how's he going to do that, eh? Or do you have any ideas on that subject Marion? You trying to hit me in the face? I'll get you for this, Cartwright.
Maybe, Belcher, but this isn't your day.
I'm sorry that had to happen.
He took me by surprise.
I had no idea.
Well, don't judge all of us out here by that one.
Lord Dunsford, I'm Adam Cartwright.
Adam Cartwright.
One of Ben's sons? My father couldn't make it.
He's waiting for us at the ranch.
Sorry I was late.
May I present my wife, Lady Beatrice? How do you do? How do you do? I can't tell you how much we've both been looking forward to this trip to America.
I have a carriage outside.
We'd better get started.
The boys will bring your stuff later.
(theme song playing) We're greatly indebted to you, ma'am, for a most memorable evening.
We won't soon forget it.
Thank you, Mr.
Cartwright.
And I'm sure that Marion and I will never forget your wonderful hospitality.
Yes.
And we're delighted we were finally able to visit you.
Well, so were we.
Though I told Beatrice about that time we spent together, years ago, in Louisiana.
(chuckling) Ben, remember that Cajun fellow? A trapper, wasn't he? Etienne.
Had the longest trap line in the territory.
Of course, it belonged to six other men.
(all chuckling) He'd come roaring into town twice a year, tear the place apart.
Is that where you first met Pa? Yes.
My first trip to America.
Always like to hear Pa get wound up.
He don't do it often.
Most men love to reminisce.
I suppose it's part of being a man.
Or a woman.
(chuckling) Sorry to break this up.
Hoss and I have some cows we have to bring down early in the morning.
Yes, you do.
If you'll excuse us.
Why, of course.
I hope your stay will be a long one.
Thank you, Little Joe.
I agree with Little Joe, ma'am.
It ain't often we get an opportunity to have a filly like you visit us.
Filly? Now, that's Hoss's greatest compliment.
(quiet laugh) Night, ma'am.
Good night.
BEATRICE: Good night.
I get to see the New York papers now and again, Dunsford.
I was reading about your last African hunt.
I wish I could have been on it with you.
I'd be interested in seeing some of your guns.
I hope you brought them along.
As a matter of fact, I did.
But I don't intend to do any hunting.
Well, we don't' have any tigers or elephants out this way, but I think we could rustle up some game worthy of our guest.
Don't you think so, Adam? Well, we might find a pretty good mountain lion or two.
Mountain lion? I wonder, are they as interesting as tiger? I really don't intend to do any hunting on this trip.
Oh, why not, Marion? This American lion might prove to be very exciting.
And after all, you are supposed to be the finest shot in all England.
Well, if you men are going to reminisce about your hunting exploits, I'm going to get a breath of air.
Will you join me, Adam? If you like.
Well, Dunsford, you really shouldn't look down on our American cougar.
They're awfully good hunting.
Well, I don't know very much about your American lion.
Or cougar, as you call them.
Oh, dangerous.
Mighty dangerous if they're wounded and cornered.
Another brandy? Oh, yes.
Thanks.
The stars are bright tonight.
Are they so different from what you're accustomed to seeing in England? No.
I suppose I just imagine they're a little brighter.
Well, I think in a strange place, everything seems kind of new.
My husband and I have traveled all over the world.
We've seen many strange places and many strange people and nothing is ever new or entirely different.
Oh, now, I can't go along with that, ma'am.
"Ma'am"? Don't call me that.
It makes me feel old.
Call me Beatrice.
All right.
I'll admit, I like that much better.
But I can't agree with your premise that nothing changes.
Can't you? My husband never does.
Well, perhaps he shouldn't From what my father says, he's very fond of him.
Your father isn't married to my husband.
I am.
Look what happened this morning.
My husband is always the perfect gentleman.
He allows even a ruffian like that to take advantage of him.
Oh, you mean that little set-to with Belcher.
Well, we don't know what might have happened.
I just jumped in before the dust settled, that's all.
I know my husband.
But it's a strange town.
Your husband wasn't even carrying a gun.
He wouldn't have used it.
How do you know? Oh, don't let's talk about it.
It's much, much too beautiful a night.
You know, I think I'm going to like America more than I thought I would.
Thank you for being so kind to me this morning.
(clearing throat) Adam, I've, uh I've just about convinced Lord Dunsford that he do some shooting while he's our guest.
Nice chap, Ben Cartwright.
How do you like him? Yes.
He is rather nice.
Quite charming, in fact.
Quite a place.
A "spread," I think they call it out here.
Well it's large enough.
Fine family.
Fine boys.
We're really rather back where we were, aren't we, Marion? Did you have to start that business about the hunting and and what a good shot I am? Well, you are, aren't you? We're guests here.
And Ben's an old friend.
I hope I don't have to remind you to behave properly.
I always behave properly, exactly properly.
Then how do you describe the way you threw yourself at young Cartwright out there? If I did throw myself at him, as you say I did, why didn't you do something about it? Belgian-made, isn't it? That's right.
Had it made specially for big cats.
Tigers and such.
Well, if we have luck, some of these mountain lions around here can run pretty big.
How many beaters do you think we'll need? Beaters? Oh, this isn't Africa.
We don't use 'em.
Just you and me and a camp wrangler.
It's not a matter of how many men we take along, but how few.
I don't understand.
Well, if we're to get within seeing distance of a cougar, we'll have to travel quiet, light, and fast.
Once you get the knack of it, I think you'll enjoy it.
Yes, I'm sure I will.
.
.
as far as the eye can see, but farther.
It's vast.
It's beautiful.
Oh, I hope we're not interrupting you.
It's a pleasure.
How are you doing, my dear? Oh, the guns came through in excellent shape.
You sure have some beautiful weapons here.
I think I mentioned to you before that my modest husband is considered one of the finest hunters of his time.
Oh, you flatter me, my dear.
Hardly, when all England says as much.
We got in a little target practice this morning.
Oh? Is he as good a shot as I said he is? Sure is.
I'm glad I wasn't betting against him.
(chuckling) Have you decided where you're going hunting? Well, some of the boys found some fresh signs up near Papoose Peak.
I think we'll try up there.
Papoose Peak? That's rather a quaint name.
Where is it? Uh, two days north of here.
We'll camp one night on the way up.
When do you plan to leave? Tomorrow morning, soon as it's light enough.
Got everything? Yep.
Adam, I can't see myself calling him "Lord.
" "Lord Dunsford.
" Plain sacrilegious, I claim.
Well, that's not the way it's meant.
Call him anything you like.
Well, seems to me, if just plain "Mr.
Cartwright" is good enough for your pa, then plain "Mr.
Dunsford" ought to be good enough for him.
I got a better idea.
Don't call him anything.
Just, uh, say, "Hey, you.
" Well, now, Adam, that-that don't sound polite, seeing as how he's a guest and all that.
I'll do some more thinking on it.
I'll see if His Lordship is ready.
Ah, good morning.
Good morning, Adam.
You're up early.
I feel positively uncivilized getting up at this hour.
It's practically the middle of the day for us.
That's quite a nice outfit you're wearing.
We don't usually see anything like that on the Ponderosa.
Quite the courtier, aren't you? Well, you're quite a lady, Lady Dunsford.
Lady Dunsford.
I thought I told you my name was Beatrice.
Yes, so you did.
Why only three horses, Adam? Well, there are only three of us going.
Your husband, Whitey, and myself.
But I'm coming with you.
This is no trip for a woman.
Oh, but why not? I always accompany my husband on the hunt.
Besides, I've been in much more dangerous and much more wilder places than this.
You can ask him.
I will.
Marion, I've just been telling Adam that I plan to come on the hunt with you.
Is that the way you figured it, Dunsford? Well I hadn't given it much thought one way or another.
I planned it that way.
If you've made up your mind, my dear.
She's used to this sort of thing.
Well, she's your wife.
Saddle up another horse, Whitey.
Howdy.
Howdy.
I was, uh, just riding by.
This place ain't hardly built on a highway.
I can't say that it is, but I can't say I know where it is.
You a stranger? Lost? I guess you could say that.
I'm, uh, out of tobacco.
Could you sell me a mite? Ain't got none to sell.
I can let you have a little to tide you over till you get in town.
That's real neighborly.
I appreciate it.
(groans) (men shouting in native language) (men speaking native language) Hey, since you killed him, you might as well see what the old fool's got inside.
Don't hold out anything on me.
(men speaking native language) Wait a minute there! Let me have that! (men shouting in native language) (horses galloping away) In the morning, Whitey and I'll start looking for signs.
You tired? Mm-hmm, I admit I am.
Oh, I know I was warned.
Which is Papoose Peak? That one over there.
DUNSFORD: Rather ghostly, isn't it? I think I'll give Whitey a hand.
Toss me one of those cones, will ya? Ever shot an elephant, Adam? No.
Or a lion-- uh, African lion-- or a crocodile? No.
There aren't too many in this neck of the woods.
But you have faced a grizzly or a cougar? I'm sure I have.
Why do you ask? Just wondering.
Wondering? About what? How you'd be against an elephant.
How did Marion do? Very well.
He always does very well.
Reckon ol' Adam's got his cougar yet? It's old man Cavanaugh's grandson! What's wrong with him, Pa? I don't know.
Looks worn out.
Hoss, get some water.
You all right, boy? Can you hear me? Grandpa's dead-- Injuns.
Pa, there ain't no Indians on the warpath around here.
Not regular ones.
You mean, Belcher and his renegades? Yeah.
Adam saw Belcher picking up supplies in Virginia City, day before yesterday.
Pa, if he, if he went up by Cavanaugh's, that means he swung up north.
There's a half a dozen isolated settlers up there, Pa.
Adam and Dunsford and his wife, too.
You don't think he'd try to tackle them, do ya? If he's in a killing mood, there's no telling what that renegade might try.
Hoss, you and Little Joe, you better ride up there in a hurry, see how everything is just to make sure.
Yes, sir.
Here, I'll take care of the boy.
(growling) I spotted a big one, top of the bluff.
Want to try and tree him? No, I'd like our guest to get a running shot at him.
WHITEY: How you gonna do that? ADAM: Well, I'll get behind him.
Soon as he spots me, he'll run.
From the lay of the land, ten to one, he'll run right straight toward you.
You found him, Adam.
I think you'd like a shot at him.
He's all yours.
He shouldn't be any trouble, Marion.
He's only a big cat.
Yes, ma'am, but he may be plenty big.
Wait till you see him up close.
Look, lady, you better get yourself back here.
Now you look here, uh Lord.
That cat's gonna be running blind scared.
You get him before he runs over you.
Because them there cats, they don't give you two chances.
(growling) (growling) All right, here he comes.
(growling) (growling) Fire! Go on, fire! (roaring) Why don't you fire? Fire! Fire! (roaring) Sorry you didn't get a shot at him.
You'll never get a better chance.
(coyote howling in distance) I suppose you're wondering what happened.
Oh, let's forget about it, Marion Why, sometimes talking about a thing helps.
I really should explain.
Somehow, I just can't force myself to pull the trigger to to fire.
Then, when the beast gets close Milord insists on trying, always trying.
Every man's entitled to a mistake.
But it's happened before, in Africa and India.
It's happened before! Now do you understand? (coyote howls) I think we better get some sleep.
I'd like to talk with you, Adam, if you don't mind.
What I'm going to say is going to be difficult for a man like yourself to understand.
Look, Dunsford, I've seen other men freeze on the trigger, even when facing a deer.
But I'm not talking about other men.
I'm talking about me.
I'm talking about what happened today.
Look, why don't we just say it was a bad day? Can't you realize it's much more than that? Adam, do you believe it's just a matter of courage? Dunsford, why go into it? There comes a day in every man's life when he has to evaluate that word.
It makes no difference whether he be soldier or sportsman.
Are you saying it's a matter of degree? No, it isn't.
Reckless courage is a privilege of youth.
As a man grows older, he stops to ask himself which is more important, himself or the tiger? Then why do you go on? Unfortunately, Adam, I'm in love with my wife.
And she's still in love with the image of the man that she married.
That man passed out of existence five years ago.
(coyote howls in distance) (coyotes yipping, howling) (whispers): Adam.
Adam.
Hmm? Wha-What? Shh! Marion and Whitey are asleep.
I was cold.
I'll poke up the fire.
No, don't.
Don't do that.
You'll wake the others.
Oh, this is better.
You should be over there with your husband.
I watched you dispatch that cougar.
It was beautiful what you did.
You call that kind of killing beautiful? You talk too much for a man of action.
You're, um, wasting your time, Lady Dunsford.
Am I? You'd rather I waste it with my husband? Your husband's a friend of my father's.
That means he's my friend, too.
(sultry laugh) You are an honorable man.
There are worse things to be.
You're trying very hard to hurt your husband; to get even with him.
Why? Can you blame me? Yes, and in more ways than one.
You insisted on coming along on this hunt.
You knew what was going to happen.
If you had any feeling for the man, you'd have stayed behind.
You're trying to force him to break, to make him disgrace himself-- now, why? He's a coward.
He's shot through and through with fear.
And you, you don't know the meaning of fear? I refuse to accept that I'm married to a coward.
Is it that? Or is it just the need to keep the image alive of what he once was? Or what you thought he was? You're quite a backwoods philosopher, aren't you, Adam? (coyotes howling) (owl hooting) (gunshot) (groans) (groans) Well, if it ain't my old friend, Marion.
So we meet again.
BEATRICE: Adam? How's your shoulder? Thanks for the bandage.
All right, up ahead, keep riding.
Keep separated.
Hungry? Eat.
It's time you brought me some food.
Don't like? I want my food properly cooked.
I want some salt on it.
Rather an unusual fellow, isn't he? He's a renegade.
Thieving scavengers-- they'll steal anything that isn't tied down.
Don't suppose we have much chance against them? Belcher and these Indians of his are always just one step short of the noose.
And a couple more killings isn't going to make any difference.
If we could only get our hands on some guns.
What guns? Belcher's got mine.
He's got yours, too.
Got them cached over in that cave.
Doesn't even trust these Indians of his.
Pretty confident of himself, isn't he? Why shouldn't he be? What's he got to worry about? Hey, you with the red hair.
Are you addressing me? Ain't nobody else around here fits that description.
You know how to cook? Not very well, I'm afraid.
Well, now don't let that worry you, because you're going to get a chance to improve-- right now.
Being as how you're a civilized woman and I got me an educated taste.
Get over here and you cook something for me.
Come on now, get moving! Come on, now, get up! Try this, Mr.
Belcher.
Just a little rare with a pinch of salt.
Better? What, no complaints? Don't get sassy with me.
(gasps) He's dead, Joe.
Belcher.
This must have happened last night.
They didn't build this fire up for breakfast.
Maybe Adam and the others got away.
Either that or Belcher took 'em with him.
If he'd have killed him, he would've left him here, the way he did with old Cavanaugh and Whitey here.
Why would he want to take 'em with him? I don't know.
How do you figure a man like Belcher? Let's have a look around, see what we can find.
Hey, Joe, come here.
It's Indian ponies, I make it.
Adam left his ponies picketed over here, you see? Looks like they rode out in this direction.
Yeah, they took Adam's horses with them, all right.
Yeah.
From the looks of those tracks, all the horses were ridden.
Yeah, maybe maybe Adam and the Dunsfords are still alive after all, huh? They were when they left here.
Let's bury Whitey and go after them.
Yeah, we'll do that, little brother.
That animal.
The way he's had you working all day, as though you were his slave.
Thank you.
He has his own idea about how he should treat women.
Perhaps you could try keeping out of his way.
Don't do anything to attract his attention.
You think I don't have his attention already? Mind if I join the party? What are you planning on doing with us? Well, now I I could kill you all and be rid of you, but I figured I found me a little gold mine.
The only thing-- I ain't too sure yet about the best way to mine it.
Forget it.
My father and my brothers are probably on the trail right now.
They catch up with you, Belcher, they'll blast you sky-high.
If they ever get too close to me, you might find that you're just a piece of crow meat.
And I mean all of you.
ADAM: Now, I don't know about us, but I know how you're gonna end up-- eyeing a vulture on a sunny day.
(laughing) Only my better nature keeps me from letting him kill you.
You would hit a man with a bad arm, wouldn't you? You're a filthy pig.
Ah.
And now we hear from the grand lady.
Listen, pig or no pig, this is my camp, and while you're here, you'll do as I tell you or I just might kill you.
I'm not afraid of you, Belcher.
You're not, huh? (chuckles) Well, now, there's a nice little polecat.
If there's anything I like, it's a woman with spunk.
Take your hands off me.
BELCHER: Well, sure.
There's no harm done, is there? You and me gonna get along fine.
Will we? Yeah.
We understand each other.
We know the difference between having guts and not having guts.
Tell me how'd you happen to marry something like him, hmm? (Belcher snickers) Anyway, the reason I came over was to invite you to a little tea party I'm holding.
Beatrice, you're not going with him.
How would you decline his invitation? (laughing) Sit down.
Woman! You call? Get me the jug.
Here, have a drink.
I don't think I should like it.
I didn't ask you to like it.
I just said drink it.
(chuckles) Don't worry, you'll get to like it.
Tell me something-- you you got another name, haven't you, hmm? Beatrice.
Beatrice.
I'm not so sure that I like it.
See, I once knew a girl in St.
Louis by that name.
Well, I can't say that she could hold a candle to you.
You've had your eye on ol' Solomon for a long time now, haven't you? (chuckles) You and me gonna be great pals, you know that.
Let's have another drink.
Isn't there any way to reason with a man like that? You heard what he said about finding himself a gold mine.
All he has to do now is figure out a way to make it pay off.
Then you think it's money he's after? That's one of the things that's on his mind.
Well, how much do you think Belcher would want? All depends upon how much he thinks your wife is worth.
(coyote howling in distance) (coyote howling) (shouting in native language) Stop it, stop it, you thievin' Indians! (groans) (laughing) I guess I'll talk to him now.
Do you think this is a good time? Belcher's a typical bully boy.
He's probably feeling pretty good since he's shown who's boss.
What's this, a social visit? Hardly.
This, uh, gold mine-- you, uh, figured a way to work it yet? You got a way? Maybe I have.
My friend Dunsford here is willing to give you $10,000 if you will let him and his wife go free.
Well, he doesn't have it in his jeans.
I already searched 'em.
Oh, you'll get the money-- I'll guarantee it.
How can you possibly guarantee it? Turn him loose, let him go back to the Ponderosa.
My father will send the money, and I'll remain here as your hostage.
Adam Cartwright-- the man with all the answers.
Adam, you never said anything about a hostage.
You figuring to use me as coyote bait? I'm not hankering to have Ben Cartwright and his boys track after me.
I'll have to think about this.
Well, you can't very well turn it down.
Well, now don't say that, because I can do just that.
I can kill you and Marion there, anytime I feel like it.
Forget the whole business.
What about my wife? You talkin' about this pretty little kitten here? Now ol' Solomon might just consider taking her on as a squaw.
Treat her pretty good, too.
You don't really think you can get away with it.
Why not? What's the difference? Me and the Indian steal a horse, it's my horse.
Steal a gun, it's my gun.
If I steal a woman, she's my woman.
I done it before.
Well, that's a very realistic way of looking at things.
Realistic, nothing.
It's the way of a thief.
What business is it of yours, Mr.
Cartwright? But it is my business.
You're my wife.
And you'll stay my wife as long as I'm alive.
Want to prove that, Mr.
Husband, about being alive? You want to fight me for this knife? Whoever gets that knife uses it and gets to keep the woman.
(laughing) The trail just seems to disappear here.
Yeah.
They backtracked and brushed 'em out, that's what they done.
Yeah, we must be near Belcher's camp for him to do that.
Yeah.
I think we better leave the horses here.
Oh, it's you.
You startled me.
You, uh, enjoy your little party last night? Yes, thank you.
Very much.
Your husband and I felt sort of left out.
Oh, I was sorry Mr.
Belcher wasn't in the mood for more guests.
Well, now, I think being a guest of Mr.
Belcher is something I can do without.
Look, it's easy to criticize a man who is so completely different to yourself.
Belcher's no glamorous, romantic highwayman.
I didn't say he was.
I know he's crude and he's rude.
But he did make you a fair offer last night, and I didn't notice either you or Marion rushing to take it up.
The knife is still where he left it, by the cave.
That fascinates you, doesn't it? What do you want me to do? I'm worried about your husband.
He may try to fight Belcher.
Marion? There's little danger of that.
Well, there is, unless you tell him not to.
He doesn't love me.
That isn't true.
He loves you very much.
Then why doesn't he fight for me? Oh, you'd like to see him dead, is that it? He doesn't stand a chance against Belcher.
It's a chance he wouldn't take.
Fear.
It's always fear.
He had his chance against the cougar.
Why did he have to freeze like that? He could have killed it without any effort at all.
How do you know how much effort it takes for him to kill? I don't know.
I just want him to do it.
Then Belcher's the kind of man you deserve.
Well, whatever else he'd do, he wouldn't walk away from a fight.
All right, suppose Marion were to fight, and got killed.
How would you feel then? How do you think I feel now? I don't hate Marion, but Well, he's just not the man I married.
I want him to be a man for his own sake, as well as for mine.
Belcher sure knows how to cover up his tracks.
Yeah, he learned it from them Indians he runs with.
Joe, you remember that time me and you and Pa were up here hunting and found that cave? That was, uh It was over that next ridge in the canyon.
Yeah.
You don't reckon Belcher would be holed up in there, do you? Hey, it's worth a look.
Now, why you sitting there like that, doing nothing? Go on.
Gather some wood.
Come on, you heard me.
Come on.
I expected you to be looking me up this morning.
About that knife.
Maybe you didn't think it was a fair offer.
What about my offer to you? Oh, you mean that money? Now, what amount was that? $10,000.
Is that all she's worth to you, huh? Fine-looking woman like that? It's more money than you've ever seen in your life.
Yes, that's true, but, well, I think she's worth a little more than that.
Are you trying to bargain with me, Belcher? Oh, I wouldn't bargain with a fine English gentleman.
That's good.
Then should we call it an agreement? No, not just yet.
Well, you see, it's not that I don't take the word of a fine English gentleman, but you understand, in a business deal, a man has to protect himself.
Well, now, if I left Adam Cartwright here as a hostage, well, that'd be no protection for me.
All that'd do is bring the Ponderosa riders down on my neck.
Well, that's your problem, old man.
Well, now, I think it's yours, too.
How is it mine? Well, now, instead of leaving Adam here as a hostage, I'll send him home, keep your wife.
You must know I'd never leave my wife here with you.
(chuckles) Well, I understand, you know, 'cause Well, speaking personal, I find it hard to live without a woman.
Well, so, now that I have Beatrice, well, that makes two.
I can't use them both.
So, I figured, since I'm getting your woman, well, I'll just give you one of mine.
That old squaw Tomah.
Now, that's fair, ain't it? You don't really expect me to answer that, do you? Sure.
Look, if you don't take her, I'm just going to have to take her out back of that rock and bash her brains in.
Why all the sentimentality? Huh? Oh.
Well, you know, Tomah, she's a little jealous, and if I move that new white squaw in tonight, it could get touchy.
I'm giving you a reasonable deal, now.
Being fair to everybody.
You think about it.
Adam, what what shall I do about Beatrice? Well, what do you want to do? Do you think I should fight Belcher? I don't think you have a chance in a hand-to-hand fight.
He's bigger, heavier.
He's been raised on brawls and barroom fights.
What do you suggest? Well I might try him.
And it's up to me, isn't it? (groaning softly) Well, a man can only do what he can.
What he can.
I suppose that's the whole point, isn't it? What do you mean? I don't know if you would understand.
It's not death or dying that I'm afraid of.
Well, what is it? If I could only be sure that, at the last moment, I wouldn't freeze or or run I just made a bargain with your husband.
What kind of a bargain? I traded you for Tomah.
You're going to stay here with me.
He's going to go safely home with my other squaw.
Sounds good, doesn't it? I like my women to fight a little.
But only a little.
BELCHER: When you're my woman, you learn one thing.
You do what I tell you or I'll kill you.
(yells in pain) MARION: Belcher Belcher, stop it.
Well, Marion! I didn't know you had it in you.
(men shouting in native language) (exclaiming) (Marion gagging, garbled shouts) (Beatrice shouts in pain) I told you, you cross me, I'd cut your throat.
(grunts) (gunshot) (men shouting in native language) Beatrice, keep down.
HOSS: All right, hold it.
Drop it! You all right, Adam? Well, we are now.
See you took care of Belcher.
We figured you would.
I had a little help.
Uh We made quite a team, didn't we, Marion? We really did.
We certainly did, Adam.
(whispering): Hop Sing sent up this soup.
I offered to deliver it.
You needn't whisper; Marion's much better this morning.
He's going to be all right.
Oh, I'm very pleased to hear that.
Thank you, Adam.
I'll take the soup.
Come on in.
He'd be glad to see you.
Marion, you have a visitor.
Adam! How about doing some hunting? I could rustle up something.
You know, Adam, I think I've had my fill of hunting.
(gentle laugh) We both have.
Besides, now I know that the man is more important than the tiger.
When did you learn that? That night at the camp.
When you felt that knife at your throat, then you, too, really knew the meaning of fear.
Yes.
When a peaceful man, a truly peaceful man, is willing to die for what he loves.
ADAM: You know something, Lady Dunsford.
And don't you ever forget it.